Dreaming Awake

I don’t want to go to sleep.

I am in Israel in my bed and this evening grows darker while the moon sets slowly over Neve Shalom.

I don’t want to go to sleep because I am almost compelled to drive to Tel Sheba Hospital since I am so close and say a prayer of healing for Peres with others who have gathered there.

I don’t want to go to sleep because Channel 2 is still broadcasting live and I wish I didn’t understand the Hebrew so I could remain innocent or ignorant of some of the pain on display. I want to shut if off but I just can’t.

I don’t want to go to sleep because Peres taught me and the world to dream when our eyes are wide open. There is simply too much to do to to repair our world and bring peace to passively dream the dreams of a man at rest.

DREAMING AWAKE is what Peres has always asked of us.
To borrow a theme of this season, he has always been a human Shofar. His place amongst has been to stir our imagination of what could be if we woke up to any possibility. To turn ineffability on it’s head. To find the words and transform them into actualization and then action. Simply to realize our collective hope and dreams as a people.

Sleep tonight seems an anathema. I want to dream awake just a little longer.

I don’t want to go to sleep.